Trees. I walk under trees.
The hot sun blazing gently down.
Thirst- my mouth is now dry!
I have a headache-
Sun makes me tired.
In the distance there are wild creatures,
It isn't hardly safe.
Safety in reality,
I search for a cave,
A shelter is better than-
Acquiesce to death!
I hide in a cave, least I cave!
And there you are-
Again my dear-
And we search and we hunt-
You help me live to bear- all!
And more can I bare!
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